Elizabeth finishes up.

Lady Hawthorne stayed there for a moment, letting the soreness subside. Then she stood tentatively, all the while focused on the strange feeling of the weight pulling at her asshole. She shifted from side to side to get used to the sensation. Okay. That was fine. Weird, but fine. Ugggh, so horny...

She then lowered herself back into the water, careful not to land squarely on the giant golden dialator. The soreness was mostly gone now and the warm water caressing her lower half intensified the urgent need to orgasm. Her legs spread in the little tub and her right hand attacked her groin with renewed vigor. Its fingers delved into the wet folds, rubbing the clit along the way. Not too much... this place wasn't exactly soundproofed. The hand did not care. It moved quickly over her folds, roughly.

Elizabeth bit the corner of her lip and closed her eyes in focus. Her left hand moved over her breasts touching here and there. Her orgasm built as she went. A fingertip gradually teased her entrance and quickly escalated to the second knuckle. As her pulse quickened she felt her ass squeezing the intruder in time. That was too much by far! Faster-now, a second finger joined the first and her bottom pushed on the tub adding stimulation from the plug.

"Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod", Lady Hawthorne whispered desperately as her whole body convulsed with the wave of pleasure and tension that crashed over her. Weeks, months of built up need and tension and... something was wrong. As she recovered from the blinding orgasm, Elizabeth looked confused. She removed her hand, stretching it out a little from being flexed so strongly for so long. She looked in the water, found nothing, then reached slowly for a towel while rising out the tub.

Why am I still horny? Oh God that was amazing, but... unnnh... She stepped from the tub and quickly dried herself, finding that she needed extra care with her sensitive crotch, breasts, and neck. Moving around was strange with the heavy plug pulling with each step. It seemed very secure though. The carnal need lessened slightly, but she still felt horny. Horny as a schoolgirl dreaming of... ohh, stop it. Stop it! Pants. Yes I need pants...